God damn that smooth voice...
My eyes take in her appearance, every detail from the bottom to the top until my eyes meet hers.
Big doe eyes that shine something that makes me feel something...
"Y/N?"
Her feet made a sound as she walked to my desk. I arch my eyebrow slightly as I wait for her to speak.
"Mr Jeon I..."
She stopped speaking for a while which made me realize that it must be very important for her.
"Y/N please tell me what's wrong you are worrying me, I promise I listen."
I try to make get feel comfortable, not alone...
Since I don't know what's wrong I won't judge. How could I, I have no right to. Whatever is eating her must be serious and I can't make her feel more helpless than she already must be.
She is too sweet for that
Sweet...
"I haven't told anyone yet, I don't even know why I'm here..."
I notice that I understand that. Why would she go to her teacher first, rather than her parents?
Why would she?
Why?
Is it trust or desperation?
What is in your head Y/N?
What haunts you?
Let me help
Please
"You know I never judge you, you can tell me everything. But you don't have to, remember that."
Please tell me...
A gentle nod
A soft smile
"I know Mr Jeon I'm very thankful for that... it's just hard for me... I wanna tell... I..."
She breaks down.
tears...
So many tears...
Don't cry
Please don't cry
I kneeled in front of the chair she sat on. Carefully I rub her shoulders. Touch her back to calm her.
Not her face...
I can't...
But...
I want...
I want to touch her face...
Once...
Twice...
...
